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Under the Mango Tree

By: Quinnaufa Ahnaf Aufaa

The afternoon breeze blew gently across our
backyard. The mango tree that towered high there
swayed in rhythm, its leaves rustling like a melody of
nature. It was under that tree that my father and I often
spent time together, talking, or just sitting without talking
while enjoying the silence. That mango tree has
witnessed many important moments in my life. My
father always said that the mango tree was a symbol of
strength and patience. He always told me that when he
was a child, his grandfather planted the tree to provide
shade for his family. However, it was not only shade that
the tree provided, but also sweet fruit that became a dish
in every harvest season.

Over time, the tree grew large and bore abundant
fruit, providing the mango that was always awaited.
When I was six years old, my father began taking me to
sit under the tree, introducing me to a world of stories
and wisdom. "From here, you can see the sky, the wind,
and the sun.... They all work together to grow this tree,
just like our family. We must support and look after each
other,"father said one day with his gentle gaze. From

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